Another pallet on the floor. Really, I HATE pallets. SUCH a mess.
A close-up of Rhett's new haircut. Somehow when I said the word "trim", the hairdresser heard "buzz". I about flipped when I saw her take the sheerers to his head. (Can one use the word "sheerers" when talking about a human, or is that phrase only reserved for sheep?) Thank goodness hair grows back because I really do miss his soft, wild-as-can-be baby hair.
************************************************************************************
How My Husband is Like an Eight-Year-Old
He loves to decorate the yard for Halloween possibly more than he loves decorating for Christmas. He and the boys purchased this pretty little number last year, and it continues to be the favorite of all the boys in the neighborhood. It continues to creep me out.
Next stop = the graveyard of bones!
And what would Halloween be without a blow-up haunted house with spinning ghosts and bats inside?
Until next time...
2 comments:
I think your yard is fun. I would try to do something like that in my yard, but no one would see it.
HAHAHAHAHA! I love the running little stripper! too cute!
Post a Comment